Somewhere in the Mid Sector 101—
Here, beneath the gentle, soothing sunlight of a day veiled in thin, drifting clouds, during the calm hours of daylight on one side of the road—specifically at a café open directly to the street, with no walls enclosing it, no protective measures in place, and no arrays of any kind.
Just a simple café that placed its chairs along the roadside and served warm, comforting drinks to passersby…
There was a man with crimson-red skin, dressed in garments of an even deeper red, resting both hands upon his stomach while lifting his face toward the sky, his eyes fully closed as if savoring the warmth above. Sitting beside him was a young man with long black hair, flowing freely, and eyes darker than black itself—so deep they seemed to swallow light.
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